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Snape waited, heartbeat his companion. He clung to its presence; all else was denied him.
Except...
The dark familiarity inside closed eyes. Air so thin and clean it burned. Warmth, as from a fire burned to embers. Silence, like peace.
Without warning, his mouth was filled with a warm tongue. He could taste every moment of his lover's life in each gentle stroke: the sweet innocence of his youth, the loss of those he'd loved, the spice of his mother and the licorice of his father, the complex coffee-and-wine memory of this evening's pleasure. And below, the taste of sweet living blood.
Damn Potter. Damn him to hell.
Prick aching, Snape surrendered, and offered his taste in return. It was all he had.